- oldun wrote:
- I really sympathise with you when you had lost your purse.
I agree with oldun... I had my wallet stolen four years ago in Sofia ... horrible situation and I can sympathise with anyone that's been through it.
However, it seems whenever I tell any of our friends the story, even though they sympathise, they always end up in fits of laughter!
Here's what happened...
We met some clients of ours at the Rodina Hotel in Sofia on a dark winters evening around 4 years ago. One of said clients needed a 'top-up' card for his mobile phone but was, strangely, very wary of going out to get one himself. I offer to accompany him to a nearby cigarette kisok that I knew happened to sell the cards.
Mission accomplished we set off back for the Rodina. Within striking distance of the hotel we are called gently by a young, rather attractive, roma girl. Thinking she was lost or in trouble we ask if we can help. The aforementioned ‘girl’ then takes a vice-like grip on my testicles and asks if I would “like to play†(not that I would have been in any fit state given the grip she currently had on that particular part of my anatomy). I explain that I was happily married and didn't “play†with other girls and managed finally to extract my somewhat now withered bits from her grip.
We continue on our way, albeit somewhat slower due to my impaired condition.
This is when we discover my wallet had gone missing during this episode. The rather clever little thing had somehow (with her spare hand evidently) unzipped my inside jacket pocket and somehow extracted my wallet.
I wasn't so worried about the bit of cash I had in the wallet, more brassed off at having to cancel all my cards, etc.
Cheers
Chris